The Hood Poet:

Here i go - Mystikal


Hood Poet...........MR. BYRD....... Ya Heard......

LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To poets one cause
Disaster, for crash test dummies
Sweet like Gummies
Got a fillings from the dentist from
Putting too many of yall in my tummy
I guess poeticly rhythmicly seriously I'm just obese
A fast bastard that won't cease, I'M HUNGRY

But i break you down to every
sentenced sequence
syllabic syllable
sensantionally subdue
sudoku u like 575 haiku

  MR. BYRD:

Hood, I don't think they're ready to humble
We can spit a half a bar, and you'll see these niggas crumble
You mean to tell me they want to push their pens down in the jungle
Damn they're bold......these fools must be looking for trouble
But it's ok...Let them spray what they really trying to say
Cus Byrd gonna lyrically murk these twerps so bad until it finally hurts
For the.... love of this pen, I will bring them down, around and back to earth again
And the pad is my turf where I claim my territory
As they listen to my stories of truth
These fools will never understand the essence of my writing hand
So they better bring their strongest arm and hammer
To compete with this midwest nigga really to pull the trigger with a King pen
Hood Poet let these niggas know they fucking with a Kingpin

  The Hood Poet:

KIngPIns SALUTE
THE GENERAL AND ARTILLERY
KEYBOARD LETTERS ARE PUNCHED AND FLAT LINE TO CALL THAT FATALITY
THAT I DELIVER PUSSY QUIEF QUIVER POLAR BEAR TOE NAIL SHIVER
FLOW RAISED OFF THAT M I. CROOKED LETTER I CROOKED LETTER CROOKED LETTER
LEAVING YOUR CREW HUMPACK MISSISSIPPI RIVER I FLOWED LIKE DAVID BANNER
BUT WHERE MY HOMETOWN AND THE BLOOD OF YOURS ON MY PAGES LIKE A BANNER
BRUTAL PAPER WARFARE I CAN EVEN FREETYPE OR FREESTYLE ARSENAL CLEVER U NEED A PLANNER
DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY LIKE HOOD POET MAN i CAN'T STAND HIM
JUST DON'T KNOW ME AND BYRD ON DA SAME PAGE THINKING SWAGGER JACKER ACTOR
i MOVE YOU LIKE TRACTOR, POISON HERE I GO LIKE MYSTIKAL A TARANTULA, SICKENING
TO THE CELL MATTER, MY ENZYMES MEANS YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM DEFENSE IS NOT A FACTOR
SHOWING THE TOURS TO THESE NEW URKELS STEFON ASS RUDE DUDES WIT ATTITUDES TO THEIR
FUNERALS WIT THEY'RE SOULS REALIZING HOW MUCH THEIR FAMILY MATTERS AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

  MR. BYRD:

They still talking shit huh Hood?......why must they be hardheaded??? (sigh...ight here we go)

(CHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA.....CHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA)
MUTHAFUCKA WATCH WHAT YOU SAY BEFORE YOU AIM IT OUR WAY
HATE TO SAY THAT YOU FUCKING WITH THE WRONG NIGGA TODAY
GAVE YA CHANCE FOR YA TO TALK YOUR SHIT
FUCK IT HP, TIRED OF BEING TRIGGER HAPPY, I'M GOING ON A LYRICAL MANSLAUGHT
BOUT TO BE FRIDAY THE 13, YA DONE MADE THE MISTAKE FUCKING WITH B
HAVE YOUR BODY AT THE BOTTOM OF CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE BY MY NIGGA VOORHEES
(CHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....CHHHHHHH HA, HA, HA HA)
I HAVE THAT BURNING EDGE WHEN I WRITE, WHILE YA PENS GET A BRAIN FREEZE
BUT IT AIN'T THE SIZE OF THE PEN, NIGGA IT'S HOW YOU USE THE TOOL
DON'T MAKE ME CALL SPOON, SHE WILL TAKE YA ASS TO SCHOOL
YOU KNOW BYRD WILL GIVE YOU A BIG VERSE
TO EITHER LIFT YOU UP OR FUCK YOUR BRAIN UP TIL IT HURTS
WHAT'S WORSE HOOD IS THE GIFT, AND I AM THE CURSE
THE CURSE OF KINGPIN,GIVING YA THE TRUTH THRU THIS PEN
YA POETS KNOW I WILL NEVER BE B-Y EVER AGAIN
BUT I'M A POETICALLY HOOD NIGGA COLLABING WITH THE HOOD POET
WE KING PENNING THESE NIGGA CUS WE FIT THE BILL
HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I'M CLUTCHED TO KILL (MUTHAFUCKAAAAAAAAA)

(CCCCCHHHHHH...HA HA HA HA )

  The Hood Poet:

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
beast
that
feast
thats off
the leash
so ready to
unleash
On these bomba clots thats softer than a Georgia Peach
This poem is T-Rep so on my teer respect and watch your speech
Or bitch you'll be deceased, like when "Michael Vick" told "Lassie" bitch stay on the leash
Because if not like Ike Imma beat, to beat like "Swizz Beatz," turning you to swizz cheese
Quickly nigga please before Like "Bruce Willis" ur crew boo who Die Hard after my triggers squeeze
Lyrically or physically, I'm A Scientist wit this shit that break you down into infinity
Poisnous Plasma, no Asthma Attack Ya, From The Hood so I just Prrrrlat Tat tat Gat GAt ya
LIke I was "Inspecta Gatchet" creepin wit da tommy or da ratchet, bout to pop yo hatchet
And NOw like a REciever you had to catch it, pints of blood loss doctor pukes can't hack it
From bullets skeeting after a karma team meeting from lyrics masterbated in aw to heavy
swollow defeat I broke yo jaw sooooo excuse motha sucka if I jacked it,
If my flow was Codein Call Me "Bobby Brown" "Its my Perrogative,"
While yo baby momma say "Don't Be Cruel," to late he been hit wit da tool and pre packed
To la familia in the mail, and nap sacked in doggy bag for his pit now may your forever rest in the
bottom of to off the Da BAddest Niggaz on GS digested pit,
NOw that how u spit.................ha puck!

YO Byrd hand me a toothpick, who said they want beef his foot stuck
in teeth..lol

We some foot doctors that look at de-feat niggaz.. I'm usually humble bout I'm watchin yall crumble
All in fun, Yea I think they done.......................................if this ain't kill em
the beat did. lmao